For reasons that will eventually become clear to close watchers of Cooking the Books, Sloane Crosley bought me a pudding basin. It arrived in the mail today. Sloane is so nice! (Duh!)
Last Sunday, our books were reviewed together in the Times and yesterday Choire pointed out the absurdity of this. I mean, there are more absurd things currently happening in the world but I agree that this is absurd. We are youngish, we are women, we live in New York, we have had experiences in the publishing industry. But other than that we are dissimilar in almost every way. I thought I would post a handy disambiguation guide for confused readers here.
1. Sloane is famously nice. I am kind of a jerk (I’m working on it).
2.Sloane has a job. I mostly, truth be told, read the internet all day and occasionally I teach teenagers yoga.
3. Sloane’s first book was a bestseller. My first book is (mercifully) out of print.
4. Sloane’s books are funny and a little bit sad. My book is sad and a little bit funny.
5. Sloane’s hair is straight and shiny whereas mine is matte and wavy.
6. If you like Sloane’s book, you might also like my book, and vice versa, but not because the two books are similar, because they’re not. Anyone who approaches my book thinking it will be somehow like Sloane’s books is going to hate my book, the same way you’d hate a bite of goulash if you were told to be expecting a bite of cake.